Pockets Full of Inspiration, Just Enough to Fill Your Day.

When I was a little girl, I remember singing that song, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.” It was such a cheerful tune and lighted up my soul as I sang along with all my friends and we clapped our hands in the happiness of the moment. Can you recall a time like that in your life, when your face hurt because you were smiling so hard, but you just couldn’t stop? Or has time erased some of what was once so easy to bring to mind? It isn’t hard these days to lose sight of our inner child, the one who craves the simple sound of a song. So here, I hope you’ll find a pocket full of joy to fill your day with just enough of that tune to see you through whatever is your need. Stop for a moment. Breathe deeply. And soon, you may be singing of joy as well.

Christmas 1986. My dad and step-mom came out to Utah from Florida that year and spoiled my kids rotten! Junior is standing here in one of his gifts…a brand new coat. Couldn’t have come at a better time, too. That year, the entire country (including Hawaii) was having a deep freeze…except for Florida. (Hawaii’s “freeze” was just unusually cold for them)

You can see how piled the snow was. Makes a person grateful for central heat! Our car’s heater quit working that winter, and we had to use a Bic lighter held up against the windshield in order to even see to drive! But at least we were warm!

Real life, guys. I haven’t been posting because I’ve been in the hospital with a broken back. I’m home now, waiting on physical therapy, as there’s nothing else medically that can be done for me. I don’t take pain meds because they nauseate me so badly. I’m actually allergic to many. But the pain is manageable for the mostpart. I just need time to heal. It will take about 6 weeks.

So how are you continuing your celebration of the Christmas season? (I’ve got lights! Lol!)

I wish I knew how to upload videos, because this light display has a soundtrack! We watched as our neighbor painstakingly put every light, tree, and all in place. We could hardly wait to see it lit. I think it was worth it.

It’s been a family tradition to drive around and see all the displays. When I was a child, we went on the Air Force Base. Planes and rockets look really cool all lit up!

Did I ever tell you about my fat cat? He was a 22 pound vegetarian! No lie! He hated meat, and especially fish. He’d always find something to bury it with if we ever gave him any.

He would also try to climb our Christmas tree every year. We finally had to leave it undecorated for about a week. In the middle of the night, we would invariably be awakened with a crash, each time the tree tipped over. After two or three times, we could decorate the tree, because Tigger would have learned his lesson….for that year.

This cat was so small when we got him, he could stand up in the palm of my hand. In this picture, he’s waiting for us to turn our backs so he can bop the ornament off the tree. I guess I had lessons of my own to learn. Never hang ornaments off the lowest level of your tree to tantalize your cat!

I sure miss my Tigger. He was the most layed back, gentle cat. Except when he got into the catnip that grew wild in our yard. But that’s another story for another day.